I call to thee, Father of all oblivion To release the ravens and unchain the wolves. Opening now, black eye of the abyss. Forewarn the lambs of the rider in the storm. Forever forgotten. Forsaken, forlorn. The coming of the ageless upheaval. The winds of our salvation carry on. The dark return of the pale white glow. I gaze into the light of the swallowing void. The ever-burning flame that leaves no trace behind Carried by the black wings of sorrow and elation. Release the ravens! Unchain the wolves! O Father so below, let the wounds bleed. For each drop, a dying soul. For in death you lead.